I’ve protected presidents. Taken bullets. Disarmed bombs.
But Nova Wilde? She terrifies me.
Not because she’s in danger—though the stalker hunting her is a damn problem—but because the second she walks into my life, I know I’ll never be the same.
She’s famous. Stunning. Everything I don’t want. But I take one look at her and I know: she’s mine.
I don’t care about the cameras or the rules. I don’t care if protecting her costs me everything.
She came to this mountain for safety.
She’s staying for good.
Because no one touches what I protect. And Nova?
She’s mine now
